Something Together

I wonder why music has always appealed.

Why from just after time, rhythm and

melody have entranced and befuddled;

Plato to Zwigli; Aristotle to

everyone else.

Something about that sharp

split of air by the long-sustained violin,

or the flute pulsing to breath-beat, veering

off towards separation.



families wailing, but wailing

together, in unison or harmony.


This was quick and (very) dirty. It is heading back towards the dangerous free for all that characterized my early college poems.

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